#when you are old

[apoemaday]

When You Are Old

by W.B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

[razorsadness]

Cillian Murphy reads “When You Are Old” by W.B. Yeats.

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

[stairnaheireann]

Maud Gonne Mural, Sligo Town

Painted by the Artist Nik Purdy With poem “When You Are Old” by W.B. Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved…

[soulmates-for-real-tranquility]

Barniversary 🥺🥲

[rosewind2007]

Poems for your favourite ship? Clearly I’d be MB/G

Gurathin:

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

When you are old by W B Yeats, because under it all I think G is a bit of a softy

That or sonnet 73, with the last couple of lines as a possible maybe future

[blackandwhitecircus]

- W.B. Yeats

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[doccywhomst]

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[planefood]

rules for thee and not for me

[cracklewink]

My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

[hansoeii]

we go just right.

[damadelocaso]

Cuando seas vieja

Cuando seas vieja y gris y llena de sueño Dormitando junto al fuego, toma este libro, Lee suavemente y sueña en las dulces miradas Que tus ojos tuvieron y hasta en sus sombras.

Cuántos amaron tus momentos de alegre gracia, Y amaron tu belleza con amor falso o verdadero, Pero tan solo un hombre amó tu alma peregrina Y amó hasta las penas de tu cambiante rostro.

Inclinada allí, junto a las flameantes rejas, Murmurarás, con tristeza, cómo el amor vuela Y a rítmicos pasos fue a escalar las montañas Para esconder su rostro detrás de una estrella.

de William Yeats (1892)

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable